The Trip

The ship had set sail and the room filled with an unbearable heaviness that could not be carried on the shoulder of one, but would.
The words come out as cold as a breeze across the mountain tops in the dead of winter
Thoughts come through debating if they could comprehend or even come close to understandin' him.
Silence fills the room and a tree unreachable from the ground blow freely against the window
"How long do I have?"
A tear comes down the cheek of the seated and the ears of the bedridden fill with absence of hope.
The light through the crack of the curtain clouds over and the memories flutter into the mind like
The butterflies in the fields of Nebraska that once came through the boys fingers in such amounts that the
Wind could not keep up as it did in the Windy City where the liveliness of Broadway lit up the faces with a heart of joy in all those with a view as well as the sun at dawn peeking over the ridge
That a train filled with the passengers anxiously awaiting their arrival to the sunny state where one passenger would make his last stop.
Bedridden, the passenger entwines fingers with the trellis that has become a needed part down to their heart.
"We are ready. You can leave us when you are." a muffled voice comes from the long dark hallway where
The Light peaks through a door finally opening.
Setting his bags down from his long trip, the passenger lets one last breath out and plants both feet on the other side of the door before taking one look back over his shoulder to the room of people he had come to know.